I'm just worn out at 5:57 AM I will not put on a pot of coffee. I'm worn out. I spent all night reading and reviewing, I think I got 7 reviews done. Worn out. I discovered and updated my reviewing tab. Worn out. I have not written anything in so long - embarrassed. Can't wait until this contest is over! I'm worn out! My email box is absolutely ridiculous. I have not written any emails. Haven't written in my personal journal. Haven't read a book. My second main computer has crashed ... along with my entire novel and outlines. Things will fall back into place soon, but for now I'm just worn out. |
I've played myself out, I don't care if I don't ever do another in depth review. T'ard. |
Yup, and I'm doing something right most of the time cause the reviewees respond, and it's all good, and I'm helping. My first in depth review today, I spent hours on, started it last night (Tuesday). Anyway, I finished it yesterday and when I went to post it, the writer had restricted the piece. I emailed them and asked the to unrestrict it ... I put a lot of work into it and somebody was going to read it. They removed the restriction. T'ard, My night owl is going to sleep. |
I've outlined my blog post, will work on it later in the day. It's supposed to be funny, you can just translate that as being especially hard to write. I don't do funny well, but I keep at it because laughing makes me feel good. I'm having a bout of slow writing, not writer's block. Slow writing feels like thinking writing, I type up a sentence and think about the next word to say. So I write, "The," and then I ask myself, then what? I manage, "The hazy," then I stop, scratch my head and repeat aloud, The hazy. Then I'm afforded a sleuth of words and I string together a sentence such as ... "The hazy afternoon weighed heavily upon Delia's hopes for the day." Then, moving forward, I type out, "She." I start this mess all over again, coaxing words to sit tightly against the other. It's tedious, lacks reward, but as long as I can write decent rewriting material then I'm OK, and the hazy afternoon doesn't weigh as heavily upon my hopes for the day. |